"Hey, can you lift your head?" I shook my head then lowered my head further. "Please?" I slowly raised my head then met his gaze. "Hey, aren't you that fan I met yesterday?" I looked at him quietly, afraid to say anything that could ruin me. "Are you okay...?" I nodded.

They bandaged up my finger and sent me on my way. "I'm sorry for taking up your time." I apologized profusely then felt him put a hand on my shoulder. "You apologize too much. You did nothing wrong. Let's get back to the room." I touched his face out of compulsion.

"Jisung..." "Shh..." I was touching him. I couldn't control myself. Soon both my hands were cupping his face and squishing his cheeks. I felt my hands move from his face then be placed at my side. "You shouldn't do that... I'll go on ahead." I watched Chris quickly walk down the hall.

[찬]
He was weird. How could he just touch a strager's face let alone a famous one at that? I soon felt something hugging me from behind. "Jisung, let go of me!" I pried him off then walked away faster. There was something off about him, very off.

I sat back down then watched as Jisung slowly entered the room and took his seat. "Sorry about that everyone. I couldn't just sit by and not do anything." They all started complimenting me for my caring and big heart. I was used to it by this point.

[3rd]
Chris sat in the car as his head constantly slid out of the palm of his hand. He was dead tired. "Chris, wake up." His eyes fluttered open and he looked around. "You're home. Rest well tonight. You have a few practice matches tomorrow."

He nodded as he got out of the car. He opened the door and walked inside. He flopped onto his bed and was thankful for the tiredness that engulfed his body once he touched his bed.

Jisung peeked his head into his room and confirmed that was Chris was immobile as of that moment. "I really hugged you...You're so soft..." He sighed softly as he took photos of Chris sleeping. He quietly closed the door then spotted Chris's keys.

He took the ones that belonged to the house then decided to do one at a time as too many missing would seem suspicious. Jisung planned to make a copy of them so it'd be easier to get in and out. He knew all of Chris's schedules like the back of his hand.

Jisung quickly ducked into another room as the door to Chris's room had opened. He peeked out and watched him silently. "What was with that guy...touching me all over like that..." Jisung frowned as Chris complained to himself about his actions earlier.

Chris sighed heavily as he drank water. Things were becoming weird as of late. His vision soon disappeared, causing him to panic. "Is someone there...?" "Of course..." A shiver went down his spine. He didn't recognize the voice at all. "Are you going to kill me?" "No."

He sighed quietly knowing he'd get to live another day. "Do you want money or something valuable?" "No." He was confused. Then what was the point of this? "Then what do you want?" "You." "Me? Why me?" The person never replied. "Are you still there?" No response.

"Please, don't leave me like this..." He didn't know what was blocking his vision and he wasn't too intent on finding out either. Chris soon regained his vision and looked around for who the hell was in his place. He noticed a partially burnt photo was left on the island.

It was a picture of him and one of his close female friends. He picked it up and felt uneasy as only her side was burnt off. There was no signature or anything on it. He hurried to his room and called whoever appeared first in his mind. He no longer felt safe.

Jisung burned photos that he took of them in the bathtub. No one was allowed to be close to his Chris. No one besides his parents. "Son." "Father." He opened the door and saw his father looking at him worriedly. "I'm okay. Go rest. Avoid mom." His father patted his head before leaving.

[찬]
I wiped my face with a towel as we took a brief break. "Can't believe I'm losing." "I'll finally win after all these matchups." We playfully shoved each other until my gloomy mood had returned. "What's going on?" "I... I'm no longer safe at home..."

"What happened? Did you get robbed?" "Well yes, in a way, but there was something weird." "Go on." "Well, they didn't want to kill me nor any money or valuables. Just me." He looked completely lost in thought. "I don't know, but you can stay over at my place."

My phone buzzed and I reached over to check it. The huge fanboy fansite posted again. I unlocked my phone then went on Twitter. I dropped my water bottle in surprise. "This can't be..." "What is it?" Whoever this fansite seems to know all about know me."

"They posted a picture of me and that fan I helped weeks ago when he chewed on his finger until it bled. It was nasty..." "It's such a clear picture too..." I shivered at the thought that popped into my mind. "What did you just think about?" "Let's get back to the match."

I didn't want to worry him further. What was obvious now was that I was being followed. Would being stalked be the correct term in this sense? "Watch out!" "Huh?" I took a direct hit to the face from a tennis ball. I fell onto my behind then rubbed my face.

"Shit, why didn't you say you weren't ready? Now your nose is bleeding..." He helped me up then sat me down. "I don't have any tissue. I'll go get some. Keep your head tilted back." I gave him an okay sign as I tilted my head back.